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This is so beautiful. I can imagine them smiling fondly from whatever plane they are now on.With any luck he and my grandad are basking in the glory of giving us a gift that is so precious.
So knowing how that felt, are you able to draw on that feeling now to give you a sense of the feeling you are aiming for as you heal?no matter what I went through, which was tough, I could always fall back on those loving emotions...they were an escape.
I am thinking about where I got this, and the answer explains a lot. It isn't that there was no love in my childhood. There was. It's that what there was, was incredibly precarious and dealt out sporadically. I am the youngest of four by quite a bit; my brother and sisters were gone most of the time by the time I was six or seven. They were - when they felt like it - like doting aunts and uncle. Then, when they didn't feel like it, they turned into icebergs and I just got in the way, and knew it. Then there were my parents. They acted like they loved me when they felt like it and when I wasn't being any trouble. In general, let me need too much or in any way not be "easy" and all love was gone. It wasn't taken away by death but by other people's whim.There was, as Link Removed states, a modelling for us.
I just reread your description of your grandfather from a few months ago, and it's uncanny how much of that description I see in you now.It was my grandfather. He emitted love, taught me how to love, taught me what love was.
never-ending!..